B.J. Ayers

Rookie - 56 Points (06/25/1940 / North Carolina)

Thunderstorms - Poem by B.J. Ayers

Angry, dark, clouds, they fill the sky,
The roar of their voices so low and loud,
The rain they drop, so heavy at times,
Tears are flowing, from the heavens so high,

Why do I love them, I do not know,
So dark, so dreary, yet mystifying at least,
I watch in amazement at the tears that fall,
Why do I love them, but I do you know,

I do not know why, I love them so dear,
A fascination of nature, I look forward too,
So angry and dark, why do I care,
I long for them, wish for them, when they are near

Why do I love them, Will I ever know,
Could it be the aftermath, after they leave?
The sun shines bright, the sky is blue,
Could it be sometimes, it leaves a rainbow

The essence of strength, the essence of power,
Beyond the knowledge, of man's creation,
The knowledge it shows, the strength created,
The seeds of a storm, to a beautiful flower.

Could it be that is why, I love them so much,
A question answered, I do believe,
Yes I do love them, I always will,
The power of God, and his tender touch.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011


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